"A heart isn't something you just have," he said gently.
"It's built up, from people and memories and relationships." He breathes in and looks Jim in the face.
"Do you think I don't think terrible things sometimes? That I don't... don't know how fragile the people around me are?"
He reaches over and gently, carefully, puts his hand beside Jim's on the table. He wouldn't touch him without the other man's explicit permission, but the gesture was made.
"Jim, monsters don't realize they're monsters. They think they're martyrs or saviors or unacknowledged heroes. They're everything they WANT to be.
"The one who think they're monsters? Are just the ones who need a little help to find their way."
"Whatever destiny I do or don't have... it's no better or worse than anyone else's. It just happens to be mine."
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"A heart isn't something you just have," he said gently.
"It's built up, from people and memories and relationships." He breathes in and looks Jim in the face.
"Do you think I don't think terrible things sometimes? That I don't... don't know how fragile the people around me are?"
He reaches over and gently, carefully, puts his hand beside Jim's on the table. He wouldn't touch him without the other man's explicit permission, but the gesture was made.
"Jim, monsters don't realize they're monsters. They think they're martyrs or saviors or unacknowledged heroes. They're everything they WANT to be.
"The one who think they're monsters? Are just the ones who need a little help to find their way."
"Whatever destiny I do or don't have... it's no better or worse than anyone else's. It just happens to be mine."